Bjorn giggled when he felt himself get pulled onto the wooden lounge chair on top of the ginger. Rekker wanted cases of whiskey? The Swede would gladly buy it for him but knew he couldn't. The man shouldn't even be drinking and this wasn't the normal behaviour for the metalhead because he was smashed. Still, Bjorn wasn't a party pooper and liked seeing this playful side of the man.

"How about I give you a millionaire's blow job?"

The Swede was drunk too and obviously horny since his hand was now snaking down between Rekker's legs offering his crotch a good squeeze. Did he want to swallow the Brit whole? Fuck yes.

"I can be your tarty whore for the evening."